Uncle Pasquale

This shit like views from the bush-mansion

Another beautiful day

Aha

Reminiscin' over stoves, how many days we spent?

Shit, you gotta save yourself before you save your friends (Mandatory)

I've seen a small town vision through the major lens

12 like Jack Tatum, tryna rake in M's (Fuck the police)

The toad venom been flyin' off the dark

I'll burn this motherfucker down, caught it of the spark (Burn it down)

That cash bring some light when your pockets lookin' dark

Throwin' tub water in the mornin', almost caught a shark (Almost)

I showed 'em how to make a profit; make the ground shake

The gas prices keep risin' with the crime rate (Shit is ugly)

Shorty go with a half gram in a wild occasion

Bread might be low, but being broke is a mindstate (Gotta fix that)

Some get it fixed, most stay stuck in it

Proof's in the pudding, take a walk pass the drug clinic (Let him go)

Hit Uncle Pasquale for the tux fit (Squale)

Always on the move, I learned that from the duck-sittin'

'Cause they the first ones to go, gotta punch a rope

Comin' from the cold, nowadays, son, we run the show

Get it on the backend, I can find the dough

Shorty hold the smoke in her chest, she got the lung control

When shit happens I'm the first one to know

Comin' from the cold, nowadays, son, we run the show

Get it on the backend, I can find the dough

Shorty hold the smoke in her chest, she got the lung control (Shorty)

Don't let it go over your head like a fan route

Hunnid blunts, ashes stay burning through the suede coach (Fuck)

The guns ain't cheap, so youngins got their plates out

Head on a swivel, they might catch you by the steakhouse (Hitters runnin' up)

The target keep movin', so they stay missin'

The game was never fair, so they rage-quitin' (Get 'em outta here)

Same crew for twenty years, no name switching

Fiends keep smacking their arms, I know their veins itchin' (You now those buggers)

Felt the pressure some days but they wouldn't know (Some days)

I had to keep the faith when it was looking slow

But now we speedin' up

Feel like Frank Gordon where I read the cut

Get the crime wave orchestrated, son, how we conduct

Death smell familiar, get a odd rush (Get a odd rush)

My story's all hustle, this is not luck

I'm tryna got to Sweden for the sour truck

Bro pulled a strap out his same bag where the Quran tucked (Oh, Lord)

'Cause they the first ones to go, gotta punch a rope

Comin' from the cold, nowadays, son, we run the show

Get it on the backend, I can find the dough

Shorty hold the smoke in her chest, she got the lung control

When shit happens I'm the first one to know

Comin' from the cold, nowadays, son, we run the show

Get it on the backend, I can find the dough

Shorty hold the smoke in her chest, she got the lung control